I was doing a jigsaw puzzle this weekend and it triggered a memory. When I was about 20, I did a jigsaw puzzle with my mom and when we finished I got really depressed and introspective. I was like “well now what?” I thought it was a wonderful metaphor for life. We completed the puzzle and this thing that I had been working on and obsessed with for weeks – there was no more left to do. It was done, my goal had been accomplished. I had nothing left to work for. Little did I know that in 10 years something was going to happen to me that would give me a goal to work towards for the rest of my life. And little did I know that my doctors would basically tell me I’m screwed and that the rest of my life is gonna suck. So, it’s certainly not an ideal goal, that’s for DAMN sure, but a goal nonetheless.